The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 347: The road is cut off (1)

In the extreme west of the Holy Spirit Realm, across the snowy mountains, across countless sinister mountains and rivers, quicksand, magma, and poisonous water, in the vast poisonous miasma, a small piece of green is so eye-catching.

Countless ferocious beasts and birds surround this green land with a radius of less than a hundred miles. They are gearing up, sticky saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths, and they keep making low-pitched roars. But when the wooden fish knocking sound of 'dongdong' came, the evil spirit on these beasts and birds was gradually reduced, and their expressions became much more relaxed.

Gradually, wild beasts and fierce birds, whose evil spirits have been exhausted, swayed and walked slowly into the green space. They kowtowed step by step, and slowly walked deep into the core of the green space. Their bodies were gradually shrouded in faint Zen light, and after they walked thirty or fifty miles, their bodies turned into a ball of golden Buddha light and dissipated.

The body disintegrated, only a little true spirit chanted the Buddha's name, and was incorporated into a golden lotus suspended in the middle of the green field.

In the lotus, there is a vast and endless Buddhist kingdom. Countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Vajras, and Hercules are smiling happily, sitting in their respective dojos, Zen forests, or preaching scriptures, or discussing the supremacy of heaven, earth, human beings, gods and ghosts. Miaori.

Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the Buddha's country, and blood rained from the sky. The Buddha, Bodhisattva and other Buddhist supernatural powers all fell to the ground in panic, and worshiped the sky with tears streaming down their faces. Their golden bodies gradually dimmed, their domineering aura gradually weakened, and they gradually became no different from ordinary people.

Under the lotus, at the core of the green space, a young novice novice who looked only seven or eight years old, with a shiny scalp, stood quietly by a spring. The spring water in a radius of Zhangxu is crystal clear, and it looks like it is more than three feet deep. But in this clear spring, several white lotus roots are deeply rooted in the soft white sand, several dark green stalks are picked out of the water, and seven or eight large lotus leaves surround a red lotus flower.

The little novice monk stood by the spring, holding a wooden fish and tapping it lightly. Constantly convert the infinite ferocious birds and beasts from the outside world into the Buddhist kingdom.

When the rain of blood fell in the Buddhist kingdom, the little novice's body trembled slightly, and tears rolled down his eyes. He immediately grabbed the most eye-catching golden bodhi seed from a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his wrist, and carefully put him into the clear spring.

Bodhi seeds start to germinate when they fall into the water, and when they touch the white sand at the bottom of the water, they start to take root and grow rapidly. Just a few breaths. A luxuriant linden tree grew out of the spring.

The bodhi tree with whirling branches and leaves trembled slightly, and accompanied by a faint fragrance, a handsome monk with a height of two feet stood quietly beside the little novice monk.

The little novice bowed down to the young monk: "Buddha."

The young monk raised his head, and there was an infinite lotus flower in his eyes. He sighed softly: "There is no Bodhi Buddha in the world, only the Taoist monk Subhuti... Sorrows and joys, sorrows and joys, I have been with each other for countless years, I can't think of the one who will destroy my path in the end. It is you."

The little novice raised his head in amazement, and exclaimed, "Sorrowful Buddha?"

Subhuti sighed softly, and touched the top of his head with his right hand, long hair grew on his smooth scalp. He casually pulled a Taoist bun, and inserted a piece of Bodhi paper into the bun as a hairpin. With a sway of Subhuti's body, the monk's robe on his body became a dusty Taoist robe.

He looked at the little monk who was kneeling on the ground, and pointed. The little novice rolled on the spot and turned into a Taoist boy in a gray Taoist robe.

"Okay. Don't always be merciful and merciful in the future. Well, those old bull-nosed people, what do they usually say? Immeasurable deity? Immeasurable longevity?" Subhuti smiled self-deprecatingly, and raised his finger In the lotus flower floating in the air, countless Buddhist masters inside sighed. It turned into streaks of golden light and escaped into the void.

Countless Buddhist monks in the Buddhist kingdom have been reincarnated one after another. These people are poor people who have been transformed by Subhuti for countless years and died in various disasters and wars. After they entered reincarnation, traces of black and yellow aura fell from the sky and continuously merged into Subhuti's body.

With reincarnation, more and more true spirits are reincarnated. Behind Subhuti's head gradually a golden light of nine layers of merit emerged. Originally, his aura was as weak as a mortal, but with the power of merit, he quickly recovered his cultivation. When the golden light of the nine levels of merit and virtue was fully formed, three white qi rose up above Subhuti's head. On each white qi, there was a jade-colored lotus flower spinning slowly, emitting a thousand miles of bright light to illuminate the sky.

"Buddhism has the benefits of Buddhism, and Taoism has the wonderland of Taoism." Subhuti smiled lightly, and flipped his wide sleeves very chicly: "Buddhist Bodhi Buddha is dead, Taoist Subhuti...well, in the future I am the Daoist Subhuti, so I can live a happy life."

Looking up at the sky, Subhuti's right hand was like a sword, and he waved it lightly into the air. With a slight cracking sound, he actively cut off the last trace of heavenly connection between Subhuti and Bodhi Buddha. From then on, even if someone controls the way of heaven, he will not be able to find out the ins and outs of Subhuti from among the countless fates.

"Everything in the past is full of illusion, and everything in front of us..." Subhuti was sighing to himself, when the little Taoist boy beside him suddenly sighed: "Patriarch, everything in the past is all illusion, this is the mantra of our monks Right?"

Subhuti slapped his forehead hard, laughed at himself, took Xiaodaotong's hand and walked towards the east step by step. He crossed the vast snow-capped mountains, turning a blind eye to those majestic and ancient monasteries, and turning a blind eye to those disciples who were kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly. He walked towards the east step by step, and finally came to the gate of heaven.

Standing far away, Subhuti bowed deeply to the celestial generals guarding the gate of heaven: "The immeasurable celestial beings, the impoverished Subhuti, are a casual cultivator of idle clouds and wild cranes. He has heard the reputation of the heavenly court for a long time, and he is here to pray." A fairy job."

Three streams of white air rushed out from above his head, and Subhuti radiated his mana fluctuations with all his strength - the realm of destruction for ten thousand kalpas is only one step away from the realm of immortality for ten thousand kalpas. Then the golden bell rang in the heavenly court, and the jade chime sounded, and many important officials of the heavenly court came out to welcome Subhuti.

The dao venerable who has been destroyed for thousands of calamities came to seek refuge. This is the strongest aboriginal monk recruited by the heavenly court for so many years. Compared with Subhuti, among the small Taoist priests who came to seek refuge in the past, the most powerful ones are only the low-level Taoist priests in the realm of extinction of all dharmas, even Subhuti's toenails can't match.

Three days later, Subhuti changed into the fairy clothes and crown of the fairy court, hung on the waist tablet of the fairy book, left a ray of true spirit on the treasure book of the fairy book of the heavenly court, and officially became one of the ministries of the fairy court. Yin, the supervisory order of the Ministry of Lei.

In the vast chaos, within the soul master formation, Kongmiao Daozu and Beixi Mingwang stood side by side, looking at Yinxuege with cold eyes.

The golden body of Bodhi Buddha quietly hovered beside the King of Sadness and Joy, and dozens of radiant relics were suppressed by him, and traces of pure and incomparable Buddhist Zen power were being continuously absorbed by King of Sadness and Joy .

Even the golden body of Bodhi Buddha whose head had been cut off, the huge blood essence contained in it was being slowly sucked into the body by the King of Sadness and Joy Ming, making his golden body more powerful and vigorous. Under the nourishment of the Zen power contained in dozens of relics of Bodhi Buddha, his cultivation of Buddhism became more and more unfathomable.

Yin Xuege stared dumbfoundedly at Taoist Kong Miao. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Wonderful, wonderful, it seems that Taoist ancestor has already prepared for it? I can't beat Daozu you!"

Kongmiao Daozu sighed lightly, looked at the King of Sadness and Joy standing beside him, and said calmly: "Poverty Dao doesn't want to do this either, but the Dao is linked by a thread of opportunity, and this thread of life cannot be given to others. "

Blinking his eyes, Yin Xuege nodded: "That's reasonable. Fortunately, fortunately, I don't have the people behind you, Daozu, who ambushed me."

Kongmiao Daozu narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled and said, "How do you know that there is no hidden hand I planted around you?"

Yin Xuege shrugged her shoulders and said calmly: "If you can tell my origin, I believe that you have tampered with me. But I think, in fact, even if Daozu you left that memory in Yuanlu World Chu Dao Palace, in fact, you can't be sure who I am, right?"

With a 'hiss', Taoist Kong Miao gasped.

As Yinxuege said, the Taoist palace left by Kongmiao Daozu in the Yuanlu world even left some materials taken from his own body, and it cost human favor~IndoMTL.com~ Some branches were plucked from the bodies of several other Dao ancestor-level great powers, and finally melted and cast into Shifang Chaodu, which was presented to Yinxuege.

But in fact, Kongmiao Daozu couldn't see clearly who was the person who got his Dao Palace, and what was his origin.

There is a thick fog on Yinxuege's body, so that the empty Taoist ancestor who controls time and space and can distort the long river of time at will cannot see his true nature, nor can he estimate his past and future.

Seeing the tangled face of Taoist Kong Miao, Yin Xuege laughed happily: "Ha, I got it right? I wasn't sure at first, and I was afraid that you really left something hidden by my side. But now it seems that you can't do it."

Kong Miao Daozu looked at Yin Xuege with a gloomy expression, and said in a low voice: "We can only rely on our own methods."

At this time, Yin Xuege was unwilling to do anything. He was playing with a ball of Yuan Magnetic Thunder Gang, looked at King Beixi Ming with a smile and said, "Great Monk, can you tell me why you betrayed your old friend?" ? When you reach your level, you won’t have any control in other people’s hands, right?”

Sadness and joy Ming Wang looked at Yin Xuege with a blank expression, both sad and happy. He also didn't say a word.

Kongmiao Daozu wanted to speak, but Yinxuege interrupted him absolutely: "Daozu, you have to be careful, no matter what method you use to force the Buddha of Sadness and Joy to help you plot against Bodhi Buddha, he can Why can't I do it to you when my old friends do it?"

Smiling with a 'hehe', Yin Xuege narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you sure that you can trust him? Are you sure that he won't kill you when you are at your worst?"

Kongmiao Daozu's expression changed slightly, while the sad and happy King Ming still seemed sad and happy, with no expression on his face. (To be continued...) R1292

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